"Regretfully, I have to inform you of this, Henry."
That was the first thing the Kryptonian who had crossed into this world heard when he came face-to-face with a big star.
Stephen Seagal stood before Henry with a serious expression. "We already know about yesterday's conflict in the dining area. Whatever the cause, you did use disrespectful language.
"Although Mr. Stark did not make such a request, the other producers believe that keeping you on the team would not be good for the filming.
"After all, borrowing the USS Missouri as a filming location would have been impossible without Mr. Stark's help. If another conflict occurred, it would not be good for anyone. You can agree with that, right?"
Mr. Stark?
Motherfucker!
Henry, who had been utterly bewildered, understood the whole chain of events in an instant.
In this world, there were only two Starks in the United States important enough to be treated like this. One was Howard Stark, the genius scientist and entrepreneur who had been active since World War II. The other was, naturally, the future master of Stark Industries, Tony Stark.
That meant, judging by his age, the bastard who had stolen Henry's burger yesterday was Tony Stark. Then Henry had given him a good cursing-out. Well... he had not been wrong to do it!
With that attitude, Henry had actually not treated him to a Kryptonian Iron Fist. Sure enough, he was protected by protagonist luck!
Having figured it out, Henry said solemnly, "I understand, Mr. Sig. So how are you handling this?"
Stephen Seagal took out a check. "Your work ends today. This is the settlement of your previous wages. If there is any issue with the amount, you can speak to accounting."
Henry accepted the check without a word. His position in the